The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold
And the sheen of his spears was like stars on the sea
Where the blue waves roll nightly on deep Galilee
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green
The host with its banners at morning was seen
Like the leaves of the forest when summer has fled
The host with its banners lay withered and dead
For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed.
Author: D E Jordaan
Isaiah 37:36
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